Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

The snow and ice blowing against her cheek from behind the door.

But she didn't go in.

He just stared at Gao Feng in front of him with guilty eyes, and said to himself: "Old man, will you blame me?"

another side

Zhao Ke returned to Da Xia Ding.

Raising his head, he saw Ji Wusui standing in front of the balcony, holding an apple in one hand, and looking at himself at the same time.

Zhao Ke was in a complicated mood.

He jumped up the stairs in two or three steps, and stretched out his hand to stop Ji Wusui's waist.

Neither of them spoke to each other.

It seems that no one has figured out how to say goodbye to each other.

This time, we may never see each other again.

Maybe I will be like the old man and live alone for the rest of my life.

Maybe I will die in this battle for hegemony, and that's the end.

Maybe……

Zhao Ke thought a lot at the moment, his mind was in a mess and he didn't know how to express it.

Downstairs, Jiayu ran after Jasmine, Jasmine's mournful screams, and Jiayu's devil-like laughter made Zhao Ke's thoughts, which he managed to organize with great difficulty, be beaten into a mess.

"Have you two had enough trouble, get the hell out, or you'll be beaten to death."

Zhao Ke roared with a dark face.

Under Zhao Ke's roar, Jiayu's cheerful face changed, and she immediately grabbed Jasmine's ears and walked back in a desperate manner.

Even the sambar in the nearby medicine field went to play chess with the old tree very wisely at this time.

As for Camille and Fat Pig, Zhao Ke released them from Da Xia Ding long ago to make final preparations before the match.

Until the people around are gone.

Zhao Ke's mind was still empty, and when he turned around, he saw Ji Wusui smiling with his mouth covered.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke suddenly raised his fist and slammed it on the wooden railing, hugged Ji Wusui in his arms, and shouted: "At least for now, you are still my woman!"

Ji Wusui was taken aback for a moment, a pink blush appeared on Qingcheng Peerless's face, she didn't resist, she quietly nestled her head in Zhao Ke's arms.

Watching Zhao Ke and the two get into the red coffin again.

Not far away, the left eyelid of the sambar kept jumping up, clutching his belly, turned around and ran to the depths of Da Xia Ding, thinking: "You are shameless, I want to die."

Chapter 1056 The Battle for Hegemony Begins

"Whoa..."

Waves sweep the beach.

The footprints of different shades were gradually erased by the washing of the waves.

The colorful lights behind make Sanya's night more vibrant than the day.

In the bar on the beach, a young resident singer is singing "Water of Forgetfulness" affectionately

On the beach, a man is holding a woman in red, walking on the beach like an ordinary couple.

Zhao Ke lowered his head and picked up a conch from the sand under his feet, and cleaned the sand in the conch with his hands.

"It is said that the conch shell is the phonograph of the sea, and people's memories are contained in it. I don't know if it is true."

Zhao Ke was talking, then turned around and passed the conch in his hand to Ji Wusui beside him.

Ji Wusui looked at the conch in his hand.

Looking at Zhao Ke again, he silently put away the conch, showing no reluctance or sadness on his face.

He just looked at Zhao Ke in front of him very seriously.

Because she didn't know whether she would have the chance to see him again in the future.

Or when I saw him next time, the man in front of me had already turned into a faltering old man.

"Take care of yourself."

Ji Wusui raised his head, and the red coffin broke through the void and appeared behind Ji Wusui.

Zhao Ke waved his hand.

When Ji Wusui said these two words, he thought of many ways to say goodbye in his mind.

But in the end, the farewell between the two was surprisingly dull.

There is no reluctance to cry, no sadness like Cowherd and Weaver Girl.

Only look at each other and smile, and forget each other in the calmness of the rivers and lakes.

As the poet Milan Kundera said, "This is a world where leaving is popular, but we are all bad at saying goodbye."

The big red coffin was closed again, and the two looked at each other hurriedly through the gap where the coffins merged.

Time seemed to go back to the day when I carried the coffin out of Changbai Mountain.

Baishan snow, see for life.

Maybe until the moment when tears rolled down the corners of their eyes.

Only then did I realize what kind of tingling pain my heart felt.

A red star bursts into the sky from the coast, and finally disappears into the night.

she left!

Zhao Ke sat alone on the beach.

In the bar not far away, I was listening to the song Wangqingshui, sitting alone at dawn.

Until the sun breaks over the shoreline.